Shattered Window (I Am)
In homes of brokenness, where shadows loom,
I whisper chaos in the dark abyss.
A touch so cold, it chills you to your tomb.
The shattered window, a foreboding kiss,
Where nightmares sleep and fears increase.
You see the world, but find no peace in this.
In silent nights, where shadows never cease,
Your thoughts, I twist and hopes decay.
My shards are sharp, my touch a dire disease.
In every whisper and each mournful bray,
I haunt your dreams, your mind is not your own.
You seek the light, but find the dark’s dismay.
So here you dwell, in fear’s uncertain throne,
A crack in the glass, a shattered space displayed.
In the shattered window, your truth is shown.
As moonlight weaves through curtains drawn askew,
A whispered tale of sorrow softly sung,
In echoes of the night that ever grew.
The broken mirror reflects what’s unsung,
Each shard a piece of past that can’t be healed.
In dreams, the haunting echoes have begun.
A chilling wind where secrets are revealed,
The shadows dance around in twisted waltz,
In darkness’ grasp, your fate is then sealed.
Yet hope still lingers in the moonlight’s pulse,
A glimmer shining through the shattered pane,
In fragments lies a path to break this false
Reality, to free your spirit’s chain.
Embrace the darkness as a part of whole,
In brokenness find strength to rise again.